Perfect.
Sometimes I find it really hard to focus.
Sometimes I am completely ashamed of myself.
Sometimes I show off when I know I shouldn't and sometimes I'm too scared to even speak.
Sometimes it seems like I'm being whittled down; we're just so fucked up, you and me.
I want there to be some perfect place where I can go to feel okay, where every day is just how I want it to be and I don't make mistakes or have regrets or worries or fear. Sometimes I hope I'm wrong in thinking that no such place exists.
Sometimes I am completely ashamed of myself.
Sometimes I show off when I know I shouldn't and sometimes I'm too scared to even speak.
Sometimes it seems like I'm being whittled down; we're just so fucked up, you and me.
I want there to be some perfect place where I can go to feel okay, where every day is just how I want it to be and I don't make mistakes or have regrets or worries or fear. Sometimes I hope I'm wrong in thinking that no such place exists.